Cecelia: sos hungry and abandoned
Cecelia: swing by if you’re free
Cecelia: I have frozen pizza
Peach Place was a quiet neighbourhood filled with affluent residents, large Victoria style homes, luxury cars and Peach Hollows’ original founding families. Its quiet streets and large, nearly overgrown trees were calm and serene, making it the perfect place to settle down and retire, allowing for endless gardening possibilities. And the large homes allotted for consistent renovations and additions to the already spacious and grand pastel-coloured dwellings that lined the street. It wasn’t the most upbeat or modern neighbourhood, but it was Cecelia Pham’s home.
She wasn’t like her neighbours, stuck up and boastful. She didn’t like driving fancy cars or showing off her family’s money as if for sport. No. Cecelia was much more humble about her blessed lifestyle, opting to drive her beating up Toyota and keep her luxury items for when she absolutely had to wear them. But despite her greatest efforts to feel like everyone else in town, it was difficult when your money trailed behind you like a shadow. It was for this reason that not too many people were allowed the opportunity to visit Cecelia at home. But tonight she didn’t feel like going out. For once, she just wanted to spend the evening at home.
Cecelia’s family was off at a hotel convention - yes, those things exist - a few hours away, leaving her all alone for the evening. The sun was beginning to set in Peach Place and while she could still make out the orange sky behind the shadow of the trees, what really caught her eye was the silhouette of a person walking her way. “For someone with such long lets, it’s really quite impressive how slow you can be,” she called out to them, though not moving from her position in the hammock.